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SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

Defence of Potty.

He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner.

Ibid.

I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. Ibid.

High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.

Arcadia. Book i.

They are never alone that are accompanied with

noble thoughts. Ibid.

Many-headed multitude.1 Book ii.

My dear, my better half. Book iii.

Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.2

Astrophel and Stella, i. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.8 Ibid. Second Song.

SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.

O Douglas, O Douglas
Tendir and trewe.

The Buke of the Hotclat.* Stanza xxxi.

1 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Act ii. Sc. 3. Page 76.

3 Look, then, into thine heart, and write.

Longfellow, Voices of the Night. Prelude. * Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor.

4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823.

CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.

Comparisons are odious.1 Lust's Dominion. Act iii. 8c. 4.

I 'm armed with more than complete steel,

The justice of my quarrel.1 Ibid.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? *

Hero and Leander.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains, yields.

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals. Ibid.

And I will make thee beds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies. Ibid.

Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. A:t i.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. Act i.

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove; that is, more knave than fool. Act ii.

Love me little, love me long.4 Act iv.

1 See Appendix, p. 638.

2 See Shakespeare, 2 Henry VI., Act iii. Sc. 2. Page 88.

s Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It. Compare Chapman, p. IS.

* See Appendix, p. 613.

When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.

Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Ibid.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air,

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Ibid.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,

And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,1

That sometime grew within this learned man. Ibid.

RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.

Of Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

£cchtiattical Polity. Book i.

That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. Book i.

O, withered is the garland of the war,
The soldier's pole is fallen.

Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 13. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.1 1564-1 CI 6.

I would fain die a dry death. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. Ibid.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? Act i. Sc. 2.

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind. Ibid.

Like one, Who having, into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. Ibid.

My library Was dukedom large enough. Ibid.

From the still-vexed Bermoothes. Ibid.

I will be correspondent to command

And do my spiriting gently. Ibid.

Fill all thy bones with aches. Ibid.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kissed

The wild waves whist. Ibid.

Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange. Ibid.

i Text of Clark and Wright.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

The Tempest. Act 1. Sc. 2.

There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Ibid.

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.

Ant. True; save means to live. Act ii. Sc. 1.

A very ancient and fish-like smell. Act ii. Sc 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Ibid.

Fer. Here 's my hand.

Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. Act iii. Sc. 1.

He that dies pays all debts. Act iii. Sc. 2.

A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. Ibid.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep. Act iv. Sc. 1.

With foreheads villanous low. Ibid.

Deeper than did ever plummet sound,

I' 11 drown my book. Act v. Sc. 1.

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